"'It is not fair,' Gertrude says passionately. 'There is Agnes Carr who
can vote because her husband went. She did everything she could to
prevent him from going, and now she is going to vote against the Union
Government. Yet I have no vote, because my man at the front is only my
sweetheart and not my husband!"
"As for Susan, when she reflects that she cannot vote, while a rank old
pacifist like Mr. Pryor can--and will--her comments are sulphurous.
"I really feel sorry for the Elliotts and Crawfords and MacAllisters
over-harbour. They have always lined up in clearly divided camps of
Liberal and Conservative, and now they are torn from their moorings--I
know I'm mixing my metaphors dreadfully--and set hopelessly adrift. It
will kill some of those old Grits to vote for Sir Robert Borden's side--
and yet they have to because they believe the time has come when we must
have conscription. And some poor Conservatives who are against
conscription must vote for Laurier, who always has been anathema to
them. Some of them are taking it terribly hard. Others seem to be in
much the same attitude as Mrs. Marshall Elliott has come to be regarding
Church Union.
"She was up here last night. She doesn't come as often as she used to.
She is growing too old to walk this far--dear old 'Miss Cornelia.' I
hate to think of her growing old--we have always loved her so and she
has always been so good to us Ingleside young fry.
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